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How Can One Fine Day Go So Terribly Wrong?

When I look back at the horror that ended the day, July 14th, it’s almost impossible to believe it started off so well. 

July 14th isn’t just any day in France. It’s French National Day. The country celebrates its special holiday with festive events, family gatherings and oodles of fireworks. This year I traveled out of Uzes to Caromb to visit with friends and to see what we could see of the Tour de France. Caromb is only a short distance away from Mount Ventoux, the twelfth stage of the 2016 race.

Mount Ventoux viewed from Caromb

Mount Ventoux viewed from Caromb

The day started out better than we could have ever expected. Mistral winds were blowing briskly so the skies were sparkling blue and the temperature was pleasant for mid-July. With a bit of time to spare before the cyclists were to reach our viewing spot, we stopped the car and walked through the hilltop village of Crillon-le-Brave.

Parking for Tour de France

Parking for Tour de France

Then we were off to find a parking spot near where the race fans were gathering. What luck! A car that was parked only a few steps away from the crowd pulled out of  the most perfect place — albeit on a curb. “The French park anywhere they please,” we joked. “So will we!”


When the cyclists were near, a parade of cars — all painted with sponsor’s colors and logos  — appeared first. Then, in what seemed like an instant, the bikers passed en mass.  Over the next few minutes, cars with dozens of bikes perched on racks on top whizzed by.

What fun!

IMG_4783After our quick glimpse of the Tour de France, we returned to Caromb where our friend, Carola, and her new puppy, Fan Fan, were waiting to hear all about our adventure. Carola informed us that she had heard on the radio that the Tour de France leader had been involved in a freak accident. He had lost his bike in the crash and had run in his cleats to win the race. It was an unfortunate turn of events, for sure, but not enough to steal the “buzz” from our wonderful day.

When evening came, we tried out the new restaurant in town then we walked home. On the way we all remarked about the peaceful glow of the moon over the village.



Mount Ventoux viewed from Caromb

Who could have dreamt the moon was shining on a different scene unfolding.

Prayers for Nice. Prayers for France. Prayers for the World.


Pray for Nice. Pray for France. Pray for the World.


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    • And thank you, Patricia, for sharing your day with me in Antibes. I was so happy to see there is still so much joy in France, in spite of the tragedy. Life goes on, thankfully.

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